LEISURE
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
William Henry Davies 1871-1940
(5 years and 3248 days ago)
Love the poem, great choice of photo also...nicely done author
Hrmmm... do I have to stick my tongue up my own nose to be at leisure?
Maybe... 'to stare as long as sheep or cows'
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